Mary Tesh's War Time Memories

I was born in
Eyre Street in the centre of Sheffield on the 12th of April 1925, which was
Easter Sunday. I lived there with my parents until I was 10 years old, when we
moved to the Arbourthorne estate on the 1st of May, 1935. I had a sister called
May, who was 3 years older than I, but unfortunately, she died of measles at the
age of 3. The spots never came out; I would have loved to have had a sister.

I attended Duchess Road School from the age of 5, where I stayed until I was 10.
Then I went to Prince Edward School where I passed the 11 plus examination, and
then I went to Carfield Intermediate School.

When I left school, I went to work for Mappin and Webbs, the cutlery place on
Queen’s road. During the war, we made parachute hooks and release boxes. I only
stayed there a short while, then I went to work for Metropolitan Vickers in the
offices.

I had a friend called Edna Beighton; we used to go to the cinema together. This
was while I was working at Mappin and Webbs. It was also whilst I was working
there that the Blitz occurred in December 1940. We were up all night listening
to the planes and guns, and the explosions. I saw them drop flares on the
school fields in Cradock road, early on in the raid. However, we didn’t realise
the damage that had been done. The next morning, I walked all the way to Mappin
and Webbs. I saw 2 or 3 trams that had been left outside City Road cemetery.
When I reached Granville road, they wouldn’t let me go down it because there
was an unexploded bomb at the bottom. I had to go to the bottom of Duke Street
and then walk along Commercial Street. From there, I could see all the
devastation. There were buildings on fire, a crater in the road, Marples Hotel
was bombed with many casualties. I saw many things I won’t ever forget, but I
did reach Mappin and Webbs OK.

It was just after this that I went with Edna Beighton to the Rex Cinema at
Intake. Whilst we were in the queue, we met two boys the same age as we were
(16). We went to see the ‘Four Feathers’ starring John Clements. The two boys
were Derrick Tesh and Alan terry. Edna knew Derrick, so they both took Edna
home. The next day at work, Edna said that derrick would like to take me out
and I agreed, so the four of us started going out together,

When the sirens went, we used to walk home; the searchlights were on and the
guns were being fired. I used to go to Derrick’s house and my mum and dad
welcomed him to our house; they thought the world of him.

When he was 17 ½ years old, he joined the R.A.S.C. He wanted to get into the
army to learn to drive. It was just before my 18th birthday that he went to
Formby to do his training. I missed him so much and I cried when he went I
wrote to him every day when he was in the army – he went in during April 1943
and came out in June 1947. He went to France soon after D-Day and he remained
on the continent until August 1945. It was more than a year since I had seen
him. They had fetched the people out of Belsen concentration camp with the
lorries. He wrote and told me that the people were dressed in striped clothes,
similar to pyjamas, and that the stench was terrible. Derrick never spoke to me
about it when he came home. My son told me that he’d mentioned it to him when
he and two friends were reminiscing about the war, whilst they were playing
snooker. Derrick’s mum said that he never should have seen such things at his
age of 19.

When he was coming home on leave in august 1945, he wrote to ask my dad if we
could get married instead of getting engaged because they were going overseas
again in January. My dad agreed so we had a special licence. On the 4th of
August, 1945, we were married (and I became Mary Tesh) by Canon Pascoe at St.
Swithin’s Church. Because my husband had been in the Scouts, they played the organ
for us without charge.

When Derrick was travelling home from The Hook of Holland, he was delayed
because of the tide. We had a lovely time at the wedding; everyone ‘mucked in’
and we had a lovely meat press made by derrick’s mum. My mum made jellies and
pickles etc. My dad managed to get us a barrel of beer, and my mum acquired the
ingredients and her friend made us a wedding cake. All of, our relatives and
friends had a lovely time.

Two days afterwards, the Americans dropped the Atom Bomb on Japan and so, at
last the war was over. Derrick got another 14 days leave in January 1946, after
which he sailed to Palestine and Egypt, and spent another 18 months out there.

He had a brother in the R.A.F. regiment and he was over in Germany at the same
time as Derrick. They didn’t get to see each other for quite some time, until
they got leave together. Derrick arrived home from Palestine in June 1947. How
pleased I was when he came home to stay. Our son, John Derrick, was born on the
23rd of June 1948. My husband passed away on the 8th of March 1993, aged 67. I
am now 80, and this year (2005) would have been our 60th anniversary.